Kvetching and cooing
You know what really bugs me? Firing up the furnace on October 7th. I’m not sure if it was my thrifty upbringing or just some conviction I have that October isn’t cold, but I am philosophically and morally opposed to turning the heat on during the tenth month of the year. And yet, I had to, just yesterday, because the temperature dropped to 43 degrees overnight. 43! That’s only 11 above freezing!
I do love autumn. I love the leaves changing, I love pulling out my sweaters and boots, I love drinking tea at night rather than ice water. I just hate the fact that I turned the heat on last night.
One upside to this chill in the air, though, is that my cats want to be very cuddly with me. Human = heat source, and all that. They’re very adorable, except when they’re walking all over my keyboard or lying on my arm in such a way that makes it impossible for me to type. Here’s Moses being very sweet (on some freshly-washed laundry, of course):
Too adorable, right?
Okay, enough kvetching and cooing over kitties. Off to write for the night, if I’m going to accomplish my week’s goals!
